Questions they tear my head apart Answers somewhere beyond the reach Questions rise again Arousing the doubts The mortal way of life Imposed upon us all
cause of causes The answers to y'all questions And this is my lesson [Hook: x2] I am so selfish when I write I'm rebellious with the mic I'm the jealous
do 'so what u got a man' 'na' 'okay what can I call you' So for days every night I'm hot and heated in the zone He's asking me all types of naughty question
know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a
a thing to be waited for- it is a thing to be achieved. William Jennings Bryan" A question fades In the stillness of the air I have to seek The answer
[Hook] With my Sprewell Spinnin Sippin sippin syruup sippin' (Scratched) Wussup with the Gangsta Boo? New Boo! Brand New! New Boo! [Hook
and you can feel it on tours From trains to bus rides, down south to up north May the force be with you see this with three fistfulls Of poetry with power
would know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed that you end up spendin
know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed that you end up spendin a
[Hook] With my Sprewell Spinnin Sippin sippin syruup sippin' [Scratched] Wussup with the Gangsta Boo? New Boo! Brand New! New Boo! [Hook x2] [Verse
way, to survive in these streets Searching for answers looking for love, and praying for peeps I gotta (get away), because I'm dying at home High in the zone
